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It's been almost three weeks.These three weeks have been really hard for me. I've had one of the only things that was keeping me going taken away and you know what? It was all my fault.
I go to bed and I stare at the ceiling and all I can think about are his voice, his dimples, the way he cared.
Thinking about these things and then remembering I'll never have them is torture. Needless to say, I haven't slept much these couple of weeks...
But did he really care? I mean the first time he really said the L word wasn't in the most romantic, or clean, of situations..
There's so much I want to say but...I don't know how much of it I really want people to hear. Do I really want people to know I was fooled again? Do I want them to know how shitty I acted? How much I stuffed up? Do I really want them to know how much I'm hurting? Give them a look behind my wall?
I go to bed and I stare at the ceiling and all I can think about are his voice, his dimples, the way he cared.
Thinking about these things and then remembering I'll never have them is torture. Needless to say, I haven't slept much these couple of weeks...
But did he really care? I mean the first time he really said the L word wasn't in the most romantic, or clean, of situations..
There's so much I want to say but...I don't know how much of it I really want people to hear. Do I really want people to know I was fooled again? Do I want them to know how shitty I acted? How much I stuffed up? Do I really want them to know how much I'm hurting? Give them a look behind my wall?